Story submitted by Lynn Lorio
ring. My response to this was probably not the one he was looking for - uncontrollable giggling coupled with tears of emotion trying to get a grip of what was happening at that moment. I somehow snapped out of the blurriness and with joy of course said “YES”. We hugged, cried, and captured the blissful moment with a selfie, Bruno included.
I really can’t put into words how surprised I was. There was no change in his behavior that day that would’ve led me to believe he was going to propose. Up to that point we had only casually talked marriage. We knew it would happen eventually but how and when had never been discussed. Little did I know he was holding onto a ring for the last four months he secretly kept tucked away in his sock drawer. I would learn that the ring was his grandmother’s that Stephen’s mother had given to him for the occasion that made our engagement even more special.
I was curious why he waited as long as he had from the time he first got the ring to when he finally proposed. He told me that he wanted to wait for the right time when when the weather was right which for him was the Fall, his favorite season. And even then he didn’t have a set plan on how he was going to propose. He woke up that morning feeling it was the right time and by chance us ending up at the top of the Stepping Stone path where he proposed surprisingly worked in his favor and in my book was just simply perfect.